A mind can fill with endless thought
And then run round in loops
A mind like this is stressed and fraught
Stuck jumping through hoops
The past is done, as for tomorrow
We’ll cross that bridge somehow
Don’t stew in stress or drown in sorrow
Take a moment to enjoy right now
The Car Park was being watched over by a trio of Magpies this morning, each perched in the upper boughs of a different Sycamore tree. I decided to switch up my route a little today and headed down the Lighthouse Road, past a few freshly emerging Lesser Celandine and a Long Tailed Tit flitting between two patches of scrub. Alongside me a Blackthorn tree was just starting to come out in blossom creating a marvellously pretty white border for my stroll.
Last night I had a rather unpleasant anxiety-ridden dream where I spent several hours arguing with a street vendor. Not the most restful way to spend a night I assure you. However upon reaching the Mile Marker slope I found my mood rapidly improving. The sight and sound of the ocean, the diverse array of birdsong and captivating scenery all served to draw me out of my own thoughts and into the moment, which soothed my nerves no end. As I stood, Dunnocks sang snatches of song to each other, Stonechats clacked from inside the foliage of Holm Oaks and Green Woodpeckers yaffled in the distance. I stood there and just experienced it.
A quick check of the Tilly Whim caves revealed a single Adder lying very conspicuously above, despite the lack of sunshine. The cry of a Guillemot drifted up from below as a Shag passed by on its morning commute. I headed on up past the Lighthouse to the Downlands, past a group of half a dozen Jackdaws strutting about on the grass and a patch of Crow Garlic.
Up on the Downs I picked up the strains of several Skylarks in the distance, all rendering their beautiful songs. I trained my binoculars on one and watched as it was mobbed by a Carrion Crow, which caused it to cease singing abruptly. What an absolute philistine.